I write imagines... It's kinda whatever, you know? Smut, cute, clean, whatever I'm feeling. I'm pretty chill, I like getting credit for what I create. I post on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. I do take requests, though it's not quite popular. Pre...
EthanDolan: I've been wanting to meet since 6 months
Me: Granted, we just figured out how far apart we live
EthanDolan: 'Grant'ed haha
Me: Ur funny
I've always wanted to meet Ethan. We'd been talking for years and it's always been an implied plan. My phone dinged,
EthanDolan: U know, i go to Jersey every now and then
EthanDolan: maybe i could stop by
Me: ?
Me: my parents would kill me if some dude off the internet just shows up
EthanDolan: we could meet somewhere
EthanDolan: i just really wanna meet you
Me: same tho
Me: but like... nvm
EthanDolan: nooo, tell me
Me: it's nothing
~6 months later~
Me: officially 4 and a half years since we started talking
EthanDolan: damn
EthanDolan: feels like forever
Me: hehe, yeah
EthanDolan: guess what
Me: what
EthanDolan: i have a surprise for you
Me: y
EthanDolan: cuz
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EthanDolan: I just got off the plane
Me: to where
EthanDolan: to you
EthanDolan: i told you that i would see you irl one day
EthanDolan: today's that day
Me: *erp* i'm crying
I considered sending him my location,
"I mean 50% chance he's an axe murderer." I erased the message,
Me: so are we meeting somewhere
EthanDolan: *location sent*
Me: that was quick
EthanDolan: wdym
Me: i mean i could be a murderer
EthanDolan: ur too cute to be a murderer
Me: don't underestimate me
Me: now, gimme a sec im about to drive
I literally skipped out of my room, ran past my parents and took the car,
"Happiest day of my life. Happiest day of my life. Happiest day of my life." I pulled up to the airport and idled, waiting nervously. I took a deep breath,
"You're gonna walk up to him and shake his hand. Maybe hug him. Maybe. Don't freak him out." I closed my car door. I was watching the doors, then,
"Y/N?!" I turned. And there he was. In all his glory. Ethan. Ethan Dolan. 4 and a half years Ethan. I felt a shift in my emotions and I sprinted across the pavement. I used a lot of momentum and knocked right into him,
"Oh my gosh you're real!" I squeezed him. He laughed and spun me,
"I think so?" He put me down, staring me up and down,
"Wow. 4 and a half years." I looked him straight in the hazel eyes,
"4 and a half years. And we finally meet." He nodded,
